The Way Of War Poem by christopher mcdonald

The Way Of War



anger
pain
my m16
ready to aim
at the mainvain
im going insane
on east main
riding the grate dane
to spain
im supposed to be a soldier
who holds the weight of the whole world on my soldiers
standing up for my actions
sittin down for everyone elses
this gears to hot
and
im about to pass out and crash
fall in the grass faster than the fat man
that sat down to fast
cant wait for the enemy to take the baite
so i can take a rake
throw it in their face
before its to late

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